Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Neu!,
X-101,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.